I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours. – Bernard Berenson
I never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it. – Bernard Berenson
Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope. – Bernard Berenson
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase. – Bernard Berenson
There was George, throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of time; his valuable life, every second of which he would have to account for hereafter, passing away from him, unused…. sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889